Three gunshots are heard, and Tex and Slade are standing over three dead bodies.

Epsilon: Wow. You took all those guys out at once? Was that really necessary?

Tex: Eh, they'll live.

Slade: No... they won't, lass. 

Tex: Oh. Yeah, I see your point. Come on, let's get inside.

Epsilon: Ok. Man... those guys got fucked up... What? Wait a minute... Oh no...

Epsilon has a flashback of Tex walking into the base at Valhalla like he did back at the desert. 

Epsilon: Tex, Slade, hold on a second!

Tex: What's wrong?

Epsilon: Um... Yeah... Don't know if I mentioned this before, but I've kind of had psychic visions about this place. Yeah, I thought it was Valhalla at first, but I guess it turns out it was here... Probably should have told you this earlier.

Tex: Yes, you should have told us this earlier.

Slade: The "Oblivious Sniper" strikes again. 

Epsilon: Okay, first off: fuck you. And secondly, I'm telling you now, does that count?

Tex: Do you think it counts?

Epsilon: Nah, probably not.

Tex: You're not psychic, genius. You're just remembering. You've been here before. We all were. This is where they moved Alpha. After a few of us Freelancers went rogue, we compared notes and pieced together what they were doing to him. I convinced them to come back. Break him out. The project moved him here to try to protect him, so that they could keep experimenting on him.

Epsilon: Woah... You were in charge of the break in?

Tex: I couldn't just let them destroy him. He was being tortured. The Director had even started to use some of the other AI against him. Think about that. Turning his own pieces against him? It's sick. Gamma and Omega would fabricate scenarios where he was designed to fail, and they made it seem like his failures were hurting all of the people he cared about. And there was nothing he could do about it. It drove him mad, broke him down even more.

Epsilon: But you came back. You saved him.

Tex: No... I didn't. It was too late. By the time I got to him, he was already long gone. I don't even think he recognized me. I failed... Only in my case, it really was my fault.

Slade: (pats her back) Don't be so hard on yourself, love. 

Epsilon: Wait, where were you in all this, Slade? 

Slade: I was long gone by then, mate. CT, OUR CT, left me a hard drive like she did Tex. Except I read mine sooner. Once Rho and I had learned what the Director had done.... I just stay there anymore. Carolina didn't associate with anyone, Wash was unconscious after having you ripped from his head, Maine was nowhere to be found, so I just grabbed a Pelican and left. 

Rho: (appears) I stayed behind to spoof surveillance and lower the shields so Cal could leave. Needless to say, the Director was pissed. 

Slade: And when we find that son of a bitch, I'm gonna pummel his ass before throwing him in the darkest jail-cell the UNSC has. 

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In the desert, the Meta is beating the corpses of the Elites.

Washington: Doc, do you have a second?

Doc: I'm a prisoner, Wash. I have nothing but seconds.

Washington: Right, good point.

Doc: I mean, you don't even need to ask. You can just be like "hey, prisoner number one, come over here and talk to me, grrr I'm a Freelancer grrr."

Washington: OK, I get it.

Doc: Yeah, you really need to step up your hostage taking skills.

Washington: Stop lecturing me, or I will shoot you, and feed you to the Meta.

Doc: ...Does he eat people?

Washington: Do you really want to find out?

Doc: No. Maybe... If we used another person, sure. Sounds kind of interesting.

Washington: You've spent some time with him now. What's your diagnosis?

Doc: Of who? The Meta?

Washington: Yes! Pay attention to what's being said!

Doc: Testy... Based on what you've said, he's just underpowered. He has a bunch of equipment but he can't use it now.

Washington: That's because he lost all of his A.I.

Doc: Wow... If I had all these cool fighting gadgets and I couldn't use them, I'd be pretty mad.

Washington: Yeah...

Doc: What happens if he uses them without the help of the computer program?

Washington: Let's just put it this way: It ain't pretty.

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At the other Freelancer facility, Simmons attaches one of the enhancements to Grif's armor.

Grif: All hooked up?

Simmons: Yeah, installation was easy. Ready to turn it on?

Grif: Ready!

Simmons: Now listen. You don't have an AI, so nothing's going to help you make the calculations you need to use this thing. So just take it easy.

Grif: I was born to take it easy. Fire it up.

A beep, followed by a charging sound.

Simmons: Ok, it's on. Do you feel any different?

Grif: No, kind of energetic, am I invisible? Huh? Am I? Am I- can you see me?

Simmons: Calm down. No. I can still see you. Try jumping.

Grif: (speed talks) Jump! I jumped! Did that work Simmons? I can do it again! Please, let me do it again. Want me to jump again? Watch, I'll do it again, I won't even stop. Let me jump! Let me jump! Let me jump! Why aren't you answering me when I talk with my mouth!?!

Simmons: Hmm.... Walk over there. I have a theory. This one is either super healing or super-

Grif: Woohoo!!! Wishung!!!

Grif runs off extremely fast.

Simmons: Speed.

Caboose and Tucker are talking in the next room.

Caboose: Yeah, so then Church said "I love you forever."

Tucker: That didn't happen.

Grif runs past. 

Grif: Hey Caboose!

Tucker: Whoa, what the hell was that?

Caboose: What was what? (pauses) Hey Grif!

Sarge is in the next room over looking at a forklift.

Sarge: That is one fine piece of machinery.

Grif runs past.

Sarge: Huh. Why am I so angry all of a sudden?

Kan is standing over South, who is still sleeping, as Theta shows him his firework trick. 

Kan: Very, impressive, young one. 

Theta: Thanks, Kan! 

Grif then runs past the doorway.

Theta: Whoa! What was that? 

Kan: Stay here. I will go see. 

Kan exits the room. 

Simmons: Slow down, slow down! Grif, slow down!

Grif: Yeeeeeha- OW!

Grif runs straight into the wall before sliding to the ground. 

Simmons: Hey, asshole. Are you dead?

Grif: (jumps to his feet) Ow, whoa Simmons did you see that? Did you see? I saw it! I saw it, totally! Did you see? I hit that wall! That was fast! Man that was super fast! I'm so fast! God, so fast! Why is it so hot in here?

Simmons: Grif! Calm down!

Grif: I'm calm! I'm totally calm? Why don't you be calm? Why would you say to be calm when you know I'm already calm? Isn't it obvious that I'm calm? That doesn't even make any sense! You should make some sense! Why is it so hot in here?

Sarge and Kan walk up to them.

Sarge: What in Sam Hell is all the racket?

Kan: And why is Grif talking so rapidly?

Grif: Hey Sarge! What's up, Kan! Simmons is doing some experiments and I'm helping him! Right now we're doing one where everyone talks slow and the lights are super bright and I can smell clouds and man is it so hot in here!

Simmons: I installed a speed unit on Grif and it's sort of... malfunctioning right now.

Sarge: Well turn him off!

Simmons: I can't! They run on timers! We're just going to have to wait it out.

Sarge: How long?

Grif: How long? What's long? I like long stuff! I knew a giraffe once, I think it was in a book. A giraffe book. The book wasn't long, but the giraffe totally was. Because of the neck, you know. You know what I mean? Do you? Do you? The part that connects Grif slows down the head to... the... body... I'm gonna go to sleep now...

Grif collapses.

Kan: And he's back to being the lazy one.